Wednesday, August 29, 2012

The story of the Creation of the Rottweiler.

THE CREATION OF
THE ROTTWEILER

Once upon a time, long, long ago, before Mankind and
Dogdom learned tolove one another, the Grand Canine Council of Eight, which
govern the fateof all dogs, called an important meeting. It had been
decided that the governing of dogs would be more easily accomplished if each
dog was designated by the name of his choice, and each breed could then
select a prototype to portray breed characteristics. This action was
deemed necessary because Mankind and Dogdom were to soon unite, hopefully to
the benefit of each.

On the appointed day, the representatives
gathered and one by one, in anorderly fashion, each made his selection from
a series of catalogs depicting body parts available.

As the day
wore on, it became clear that there was not enough material onhand to
satisfy all breed requirements. Shortages were beginning todevelop,
especially in the ear and tail categories. A few of the
breedrepresentatives began to show signs of anxiety. A Greyhound crowded
near alarge dog at the front of the line. "Please, friend Rottweiler,"
whined theGreyhound, "Let me take your place in line. If I stay at the end
of theline there won't be any long tails left, and without long tails to act
asrudders, Greyhounds will run crookedly."

"Well, okay," said the
Rottweiler, and he moved back a step for thegrateful Greyhound.

The line began inching forward again. "Pardon me, sir," rumbled a deepvoice
at the Rottweiler's shoulder. "Would you mind if I went ahead
ofyou?"

"Well," said the Rottweiler, "I really don't
think....."

"You see," the deep voice went on, "We St. Bernards must
have great sizeto perform our rescue work in the snow. It's extremely
difficult for smalldogs to rescue people. Just think of all those lost
children."

"Oh, all right," sighed the Rottweiler, and again he moved
back in line.

And so it went......a little prototype dog for whom a
long body wasessential so he could wriggle into badger holes edged in; a
terrier typeneeded agility and speed to catch rats; another needed a dense
coat to becomfortable while guarding sheep in winter; a tiny prototype
needed a silkycoat to please those upon whose lap she sat. Finally, all
that remained wasthe tired canine who had patiently yielded his place to the
others. Sadly,he looked through the catalogs. Most of the items had
black lines drawnthrough them....all of the good stock was gone. The
Rottweiler sigheddeeply.

"HURRY UP!" yapped the Eighth Fate,
without looking up.

"Well," said the Rottweiler, very alert now that
his turn had finallycome. "I guess a big deep chest won't look bad with
small ears that standup sharply."

"Sorry," said the Eighth Fate.
"All out of stand up ears."

"NO STAND UP EARS!" howled the
Rottweiler.

"That's what I said. We can give you rosettes, long or
medium-short, butthey all drop."

"I'll take the medium-short,"
said the Rottweiler with disappointment."They won't be too noticeable with a
nice bright color combination."

"NO BRIGHT COLORS," yipped the Second
Fate. "Only black."

"BLACK?" Snarled the Rottweiler.

"Wait, wait," whimpered the Fourth Fate, in an attempt to placate.

"Here
are a few tan markings you can scatter on the face and legs."

"I have
three white hairs here," said the Fifth Fate. "Not enough foreveryone, but occasionally you can sprinkle two or three on a chest."

"It's not
really what we had in mind," said the Rottweiler. Then hebrightened,
"However a big plume of a tail will make up for everything."

"SORRY,"
barked the Sixth Fate. "NO TAILS."

"WHAT?" roared the Rottweiler,
"You expect me to report back to my breedchairman in BLACK with a few tan
markings, DROP EARS and NO TAIL?"

"Sorry," said the others. "You
should have gotten here sooner."

"One moment," the Chief Fate
interceded. "This prototype was one of thefirst to arrive."

"I
can't help that," said the Eighth Fate crankily (he was getting
verytired.)

"Besides," added the Third Fate, "All of the catalogs are closed.There are no more supplies to be had."

"I
realize that," answered the Chief Fate, "But we can do what all gooddogs
should do......give something of ourselves."

From each of us,
Rottweiler, you will receive one gift to bestow uponyour breed: COURAGE,
GENTLENESS, INTELLIGENCE, STRENGTH, LOYALTY,PLACIDITY, HANDSOMENESS and
VIGILANCE. However, the greatest attribute ofany breed you already possess
in abundance.....A GENEROUS
HEART."

Beverly
Mitchell

Received from my good friend:

jan cooper: jan4rott@rott-n-chatter.comManager of Rottweilers: at Pawvillage.comOriginal Rottweiler items:
cafepress.com/rottweilersoldest Rottweiler domain
in the world: rott-n-chatter.com "The Lord will
never give us anything greater than He knows we can bear."

About Me

Having worked in the airline business for 40 years for two major airlines I retired over 15 years ago to my dream home in rural Kentucky. My life was changed in 2017 when Jacqueline, my wife of 56 years, passed away. Now I spend all my time enjoying the remainder of my retirement with my last two Rottweilers, Bess and Ruff. This blog is not about me, it is about the Rottweilers who stole my heart and have filled my life with their love. I plan to update this blog with future posts of our adventures but will begin, as all good stories do, at the beginning. The story began in 1995. You can follow it in the Blog Archive on the left with some of the pages I saved from my original web site.